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Moonfall suffers from a major case of non-believable storylines, melded with decent CGI and a write-off of a script. But for those of us who can't breathe without a disaster flick at least once a year, Emmelich has done it again. Taken a good cast, an unbelievable script and some decent scifi special effects and made a movie that stopped me from going shopping for a few hours.

The whole storyline is beyond silly, but that's what I liked about it. I kept looking at the cast thinking "what are you doing there?", and I reckon they possibly asked themselves a similar round of questions. The whole thing is a stretch at the best of times, downright stupid at others, but, it's watchable fluff.

I adored this, and after years of hearing how much trouble Shia LaBeouf is, it's also gone an enormous distance toward redeeming him in my eyes. His warm and heartfelt relationship with Zack Gottsagen comes across on film, and Gottsagen leads by example - forcing LaBeouf to give an honest, open performance to match his own, or be left in Gottsagen's wake.

Bruce Dern & Thomas Hayden Church top & tail the film with wicked little pieces. It's a shame Church wasn't given more screen time to develop his character's motivation for change - but it's a solid spot none the less. Dakota Johnson is only a couple of jobs away from never having to hear the name of "that" film again, the one that launched her career. She's turning into an exceptional workhorse, outpacing both her parents. While the Peanut Butter Falcon is Gottsagen & LaBeouf's story, Johnson again gets cut short for time to develop her character - but oddly her and Church's rushed developments don't disrupt or destroy the picture overall.

It's a film for slightly older audiences because of the violence - and I'll say it, the guns - but it's got valuable lessons to hand around to a lot of people, including the First Rule: Party.

Adult movies about spelling bees - one had to arrive in a format that made it accessible and visible outside the current dominant demographic of the Scripps National Spelling Bee. Renaming it the "Scribbs" event didn't even fool this Caucasian Australian.

First of all, don't be fooled into thinking this is a kid's film just because it opens with our Scribbs National Champ on her victorious media tour, including a starring turn standing next to Levar Burton (Australian Trekkies have been denied regular access to Levar's reading & educational career post TNG). The adult orientation kicks in pretty quick.

The story of someone who had super-early super-success - essentially peaking before they turn 10 - is familiar to quite a few of us. Definition Please works through the strain this kind of prodigious early start places not only on the performer, but also in those close to them. Mixing in family crises with the ongoing search for self-acceptance makes this a film that is entirely relatable, even if you've never been past the local rounds of a school spelling/maths/writing/poetry/art/music (anything but sport, essentially) competition.

It's a film for us oddballs, use weirdos who ran for school council, went to those regional education seminars, had meetings with the school principal that didn't involve your parents *nor* discipline.